i think i'll love after i'm dead

[ID: art of appa and aang sitting on his back as they fly above the clouds. aang looks happy and his clothing flows in the wind. there are clouds behind and under them, and the colours of the sky and the lighting imply that the sun is either rising or setting. the piece is coloured warmly and gives off soft vibes. /end ID]

reblog to give the person you reblogged it from a good night’s sleep (maybe)(please)(I’m begging the universe)

A lot of adulthood is shouting “AUGH MY LAUNDRY” hours after you put it in the washer/dryer and running to go fetch it

oh shit my laundry

reblog to save someone’s laundry

Thank god they brought back An Amount Of Daylight That Makes You Want To Live. It was getting a bit scary for a minute there.

do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything

weirdest part about being an artist (and, to an extent, a writer too) is feeling like. shameful that you aren't creating massive pieces of art. how dare i not line and color and shade every drawing. how dare i only draw two poses. how dare i only write 1k words. how dare i not write an entire book. how dare i

(looking at the near 1k pieces of art in my folder and the thousands of words in my notes) you know i just don't think i do enough actually